As we crept into his room this morning, and lightly awakened him, we smiled and the Deviant Dad softly said, "[Captain], guess what very special day today is."
He thinks hard. And suddenly the light comes over his face.
"It's my Birthday!"
We smile and laugh.
"No, it's the first day of school!"
And so begins another 19 years of disappointing first days of school, none of which will add up to the bliss of a birthday. Although, I must say that the disappointment was probably our fault. I suppose we should have said, "Guess what very special day this is for Mom and Dad." You know, for clarity's sake.
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